Parker had asked for a few minutes leave, Ruth having called in tears. She had expected Gordon to demand the phone, to need to know what had happened, instead he'd become agitated that the search was on pause for a brief moment.
It hurt to see, but what hurt most was the fact that this distance was becoming the norm. She was losing the fight to keep hold of him. Each day it seemed he grew more distant, the need to find John all-consuming.
He wouldn't hold her, kiss her. There was no love there anymore.
Just the need to get to John, and when she asked what he would do once he found his brother he wouldn't answer. He'd dismiss it. Simply saying it depended on what John did.
She was afraid he was going to do something he'd regret.
She was afraid he was going to kill his brother.
She was, almost, afraid of him. She was a capable woman, but he was a trained former military man. He was a professional swimmer.
If he decided to turn on her, what could she do?
She looked to him, and right then as he paced the small room, she didn't know him.
Right then, she didn't want to be alone with him.